what do you think

[sweety]

Emerging from the fog that held him captive,
he stepped into the world. The warmth of the sun on his pale skin felt good.
The ice cream he bought at the double-decker van delighted his taste buds.
A short walk and he was sunbathing at the beach.
Time being time, went about its business.
At the hospital the doctors told him he had skin cancer.
There was but a little time.

[blazeofglory]

Written beautifully of course! Better if you start with your introduction, Sweetie

[sweety]

Pete Skinless had been the first to arrive. The smell made him gag a little.
On the table was a tape recorder.
“Welcome” said the tape. Surprised, Skinless went over to the recorder.
“I want you to switch me off” said the recording.
Skinless seeing the state of the tape unplugged it.:shocked:

[blazeofglory]

Pete Skinless had been the first to arrive. The smell made him gag a little.
On the table was a tape recorder.
“Welcome” said the tape. Surprised, Skinless went over to the recorder.
“I want you to switch me off” said the recording.
Skinless seeing the state of the tape unplugged it.:shocked:

Enegmatic expression, something differently put forth.Bravo!!!

[sweety]

News bulletin: traffic in down town Manhattan has come to a standstill.
A man with a foghorn was heard to say
I have a beginning, a middle and then he shot himself.
It will be dry and humid today.:angel:

[sweety]

Boon and Retina Spillover were a young couple and owned a lovely apartment on Broadway.
although they were both obese, they enjoyed life to the fullest.
Till the day their home was burgled.
So they decided to purchase a hand gun.
Then one day a telegram came, telling Retina that her mother had been taken to hospital
“You better go honey” said Boon. “It will only be a week” she said.
Boon a secret cross-dresser was having a ball.
Retina returned early to find a female burglar going through her wardrobe.
Reaching for the gun on the side table.
She shot the robber. :yikes:

[sweety]

The old fashioned telephone with the long cord was very unhappy.
It all began the day the lady of the house came home with a new mobile phone.
Since then the old phone lay unused and neglected.
At night the mobile takes pride of place in the bedroom and
is treated to daily grooming.
One day her cleaner found her strangled to death with the telephone cord.:smilielol5:

[hillwalker]

Is this micro-fiction? It's certainly intriguing to read. The Manhattan piece is probably the best, but they all have a certain charm - a litle like cartoons without the accompanying picture.